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10 Mom Lessons Ive Learned in My Babys First Year

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A mom's education never ends

You can’t help but learn and keep on learning when you’re charged with caring for a tiny little life. After all, there’s no instruction manual attached to the umbilical cord, so you process, implement, correct, and keep marching along each and every day.

My older daughter was 3 by the time my younger daughter Peony was born, so a lot of the baby basics were old hat at that point. Still, I managed to keep on being fascinated by how much my mom education grew over the past 12 months (I’m still reeling over this lesson).

In some ways, I feel like what I learned with my second baby was more useful — or at least more interesting — than my first one because it was a mattering of honing, not just survival.

Here are 10 lessons I’ve learned in Peony’s first year:


  • She won’t break if I drop her 1 of 10
    She won't break if I drop her
    I don't actually know this because I haven't dropped her (yet), but she is generally less delicate and fragile than I was worried she'd be when I was pregnant.
  • She won’t break if I let her cry for a few minutes 2 of 10
    She won't break if I let her cry for a few minutes
    I know this because I let her cry sometimes for minutes and she has yet to break. Sometimes she cries early in the morning when she wants to be fed and I want to sleep more. Sometimes she cries when she's playing with toys and something is out of her reach or doesn't do what she wants it to. Sometimes she just cries because things aren't going her way 100 percent and she's pissed. Not once has her façade shown sides of cracking if I just let her figure it out on her own while simultaneously shedding a few tears.
  • Wine won’t kill the baby but it just might save me 3 of 10
    Wine won't kill the baby but it just might save me
    While I can't exactly see inside of her, I feel confident that if some wine from my blood stream gets into my breast milk and, by extension, my baby's belly, she and her liver will survive. I am equally confident that if I don't have some wine in my bloodstream on most evenings, I might not survive.
  • I’m not a baby wearer 4 of 10
    I'm not a baby wearer
    Someone gave me a BabyBjörn, which I used a few times and then accidentally left in the overheard compartment on an airplane. I only realized a week or two later that it was gone. Needless to say, I didn't miss it. Still don't.
  • I’m not a baby-food maker 5 of 10
    I'm not a baby-food maker
    I like the idea of making baby food from scratch. But I like the idea more that I don't have one more project to undertake on any kind of a regular basis. Plus, there's perfectly delicious, nutritious, organic and convenient baby food available in jars and pouches just waiting to be bought and consumed.
  • I won’t break down in intermittent sobs if I leave her with someone else for a few hours 6 of 10
    I won't break down in intermittent sobs if I leave her with someone else for a few hours
    It's good for me to get away from my baby every now and again. As wistful as I might get when I kiss her goodbye, I'm usually fine by the time I get into my car.
  • She won’t break down in intermittent sobs if I leave her with someone else for a few hours 7 of 10
    She won't break down in intermittent sobs if I leave her with someone else for a few hours
    My baby might cry (although she has yet to) the moment I leave her, but the second I'm out of sight, I'm out of her mind. Not only does that not bruise my mom-ego, but it makes me proud that she's secure enough in my love that she knows I'll return. Because I always do.
  • She doesn’t need me to enforce the funny noises and faces other people make if she wants to laugh 8 of 10
    She doesn't need me to enforce the funny noises and faces other people make if she wants to laugh
    Do you do that thing, too? That thing when someone else makes a funny face or noise to try and get the baby to giggle and then I'll join in and do it, too, as if to let her know that it's OK to laugh? Well, guess what? Even when I don't do it, she laughs. (Unless it just wasn't funny, in which case, she doesn't laugh.)
  • Going from one baby to two made me more loving but less patient 9 of 10
    Going from one baby to two made me more loving but less patient
    The moment I found out I was pregnant with Baby No. 2, my heart doubled in size. Unfortunately my patience shrunk by half. Somehow the extra love and lack of patience balance each other out, except on the days when they don't. But that's OK, because I'm fairly sure it'll all even out in the end. (Fingers crossed.)
  • No one talks about breastfeeding vs. formula, babywearing, co-sleeping, disposable vs. cloth diapers, and baby-led weaning in real life nearly as much as they do on the Internet 10 of 10
    No one talks about breastfeeding vs. formula, babywearing, co-sleeping, disposable vs. cloth diapers, and baby-led weaning in real life nearly as much as they do on the Internet
    Seriously. I only sweat that kind of stuff when I'm online. When I'm offline, no one in my world ever talks about that stuff or judges me for the choices I make. Or if they are judging me, they wait until they're online to do it.

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